You Don’t Mess With the Zohan

Given the missed opportunities forÂ sharpening silliness with satire, it’s impossible not to mess with the Zohan. There’s a risky idea in the script cooked up by star Adam Sandler and his co-writers, Robert Smigel and Judd Apatow: What if Sandler played a Mossad commando named Zohan who fakes his death and comes to New York to live his dream of making the world “silky smooth” by cutting and styling hair? And what if the only job he could get was working in a Brooklyn salon run by a Palestinian babe (Emmanuelle Chriqui)?

It’s the Middle East crisis played for laughs, and it gets a few until the movie backs off its bolder notions. That’s a shame, because Sandler, buff, blow-dried and Borat-accented, is clearly having a ball playing a Jewish superhero. Ditto John Turturro as Zohan’s Arab counterpart, Phantom. “You think you can oppress my people, land-grabber?” shrieks Phantom, and suddenly the movie is a microcosm of Arab-Israeli relations taken out of context and wrapped in comic absurdity. What the Marx Brothers could have made of that!